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Beauty was left unseen, for her, to satiate,To satiate, all that left her, in sorrow,Beneath the might, of my murk, and wave,A growing fire, that made, me slave. A glow for a heart, that was slender, and raw,I fled to the other end, of an island,And saw with eyes, her dusty shadow,The pain that draws,…
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Since I knew, to trim thy locks, from a silver head, I grew to look, to the moon, Oh, beauty. With thy ivory smile, And your nestled, face in my heart, Come to my weary mind, and lay me down. Lay me to see, the opened sky, Opening as the scar, on my heart, For…
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Q: As for your belief in a woman’s way to make herself attractive, are you able to explain why you believe it is always necessary? A: Attraction is like butter, when melted, not frozen, and the connection of love and devotion will make a man melt into a woman’s attractive appearance. Should a woman be…
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“She asked for sweetness, of death, Though gave me no love, of flesh.”
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“Those pained by our love, Will yet bow low, In the moment acquired, By the words we share.”
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“Science is not ever directly related to beauty, because just as life is protected, a machine is always changed and enhanced. The “beautiful” thing that is changed was at first, met with dissatisfaction. This has all been born out of a denial of love’s importance, because love shields beauty from it ever being changed.”
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Yearnful heart, with sickness amassed, I am the beggar, of all desires, So that I may lift, the veil, That shrouds, your shoulders. I see Heaven, placed upon, your mantle, I see Hell, swirling, in your bosom, I see breasts, that swell, like beaten limbs, I see, that compassion, has died. A tear falls, from…
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Q: As for what is anxiety; can you point it out? A: It links itself to the nervous system. Q: As for what is discrimination; can you you point it out? A: It links itself to the nervous system. Q: Both anxiety and discrimination link themselves to the nervous system. Can you explain in detail?…
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Oh, beauty! Taken beneath, bed sheets,Disrobed of tattered veil, and dewy flesh. You were made holy, upon death’s ground,Made for, the chambers of kings. Softness is, concurrent, to your realm,That which I pull myself, down to enter. Disease made ready, on my pillow,Kisses made plenty, among all sorrow. Of futile gestures, and strangeness, in sighs,I…
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Q: What do you see what you stare upwards? A: I see the epitome of success. I see those who have risen, and this height they have crawled to find, has made them topple over what was at that height. Like some bear that climbs a tree too light for its own weight, that tree…
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Don’t die, for the lingering sigh, In harmony, of shadows old. As I saw your face, of white, With folds, of skin, among iron, Death had painted Hell, on a frown, For my nose, to cling, to its scent. What would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form? God, who stalks the bramble, of empty…
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Never let, Heaven hear, The great mockery, of my fruit, I was thoughtless, yet here you are, To bare the nakedness, of my suit. The reckless approach, to danger, My uncertainties, begone! Never broken, never saved. Never, but beloved, to the brave. You wilted, as to my own, Brethren, of my hope, Abandoned, with my…
Modern Romanticism 